Page 59 of The Billionaire Submissive
Relieved, she let go of his collar and started working on the tie around his cock. “There you are.”
“Are you done? Did I give you my safeword?” A look of appalled panic flooded his face. “I don’t remember.”
“Shhh, I’m not done with you yet, lover boy.” Shaking her head, she looked up at him a moment. “Though giving your safeword isn’t something you should ever be ashamed of. Brace yourself.”
He blinked again, not really understanding what she meant, but as the silk came off, the blood started flowing again. Trembling, he sat back on his heels, which only increased the pain flooding his system. He let out a roar, his shoulders straining, his head falling back. She grabbed his collar again to keep him upright and held him steady while he thrashed.
“Lilly, please. I want to be inside you. Please!”
In a heartbeat, she joined him on the bed, drew him between her thighs and cradled him close while he came. He shuddered on top of her, sweaty and unable to thrust without the use of his arms, but she didn’t need much encouragement. She slid her hand down between them and rubbed her clit, joining him in release with a soft cry into his ear so he’d know. He’d know how easily she came because he’d turned her on so much.
Panting, he collapsed on top of her, a dead weight of twitching muscles and abused flesh. She managed to get his wrists untied, though, without making him roll off, and then she just held him, running her hands soothingly up and down his back.
“What happened? Why did you stop?”
“You’re one of those rare masochists who can take just about anything the top dishes out. You weren’t ever going to get enough because there’s no end to the need in you. I had to bring you down a little so you could remember your other needs. I’ll just have to make sure I’m keeping a close eye on your body and never push you so far that you’re seriously injured.”
He braced his forearms against the mattress, lifting his head so he could see her face. “That was… I can’t even… I just remember soaring. I mean, it was like my head wasn’t even attached to me anymore. It was wonderful for a while, but then… I guess I started to get afraid. You weren’t there and I didn’t know where you’d gone.”
“I was always here, lover boy, but you definitely flew much higher than I expected. Next time, I’ll make sure to keep you grounded enough that you don’t disappear too far into the clouds again. You’re going to have a nice black and blue backside for days. Before you go to sleep, I need to treat some of the cuts just to be safe. You might also bleed a little on the sheets.”
She’d meant it as a warning, so he wouldn’t be shocked, but his eyes lit up. “I want to see.” He started to push up but groaned and settled back down on top of her. “Later. Unless you want me to move.”
“Never.” She cupped his cheek and pulled him down for a gentle kiss. “You’re one hell of a man, Donovan Morgan.”
“Did I give you what you wanted?”
More than I ever expected.Her throat tightened and she stroked her thumb over his lips. “I’ve always liked giving punishment. I’m good at it. I’m strong, I don’t get squeamish, and I can be a real cold bitch without an ounce of pity when I need to be. Those characteristics served Mistress L very well and allowed me to help dozens of clients over the years. But I’ve never been able to reallyenjoyit. I’ve never wanted to come while doing it. Not until you.”
If she’d thought he was excited to see the bruises on his ass, now his eyes gleamed like he’d swallowed half a million stars in the sky. “Good. Then I hope to blow millions on you tomorrow and the day after and…”
Laughing, she laid a finger against his lips to shut him up. “Like I said, I can’t whip you every night. You’re going to have plenty of bruises to look at for days and days. That’ll give me time to finalize the windows’ designs and hopefully get the first window in place by the end of the month.”
Nestling his face against her neck, he murmured, “I don’t care if the windows never get done.”
“I always keep my promises, but this one, I made toyou. Come hell or high water, I’m keeping it. No matter how many times you want me to beat your delectable ass.”
Chapter Nineteen
Lilly might have asked his secretary to pencil her in each evening at five, but as the days went by, more often than not, Donovan found himself leaving his office and driving out to the warehouse in order to drag her away from her work. He’d tried leaving her alone and waiting for her to call or show up at his condo—he didn’t want to become one of those clingy submissives who made her life work inside and outside of the scene—but he’d quickly realized she got so sucked into the project she simply didn’t know what time it was.
She wasn’t obsessed with completing the work itself—she just got lost in the creation of her projects. If he left her to her own devices, it’d be ten at night and she’d still be cutting glass or one of the other thousands of tasks she claimed only she could do. Even worse, she immersed herself so completely she often forgot to eat. Not to mention the multitude of cuts all over her hands. He’d never realized how dangerous stained glass work could be. Sure, it involved glass, but it never dawned on him those pieces of glass were cut by hand, and even if the piece didn’t break unexpectedly, they were as sharp as daggers. The thought of one of them shattering and taking out one of her eyes made him shudder.
I’m beginning to hate those blasted windows.
Two people were leaving the warehouse as he pulled into the parking lot. He recognized them both as other artists she’d hired to help her complete the massive project. Rolling down his window, he asked, “Is she still at it?”
“You know it,” Joe said with the cocky grin only a twenty-year-old could give. “I tried to get her to clean up for the night, but since we’re soldering the first pieces, she wanted to make sure everything was fitting well.”
Before Donovan could ask, the older woman, Sally, added, “And no, she didn’t have lunch today, other than a Coke and a cupcake Joe picked up from the convenience store.”
Clenching his jaws a moment to make sure he had control of his temper, he finally managed to speak without ripping someone’s head off. “Wasn’t a beautiful catered lunch delivered on time?”
“Sure.” Sally fought to keep the grin off her face. No wonder Lilly liked the woman—she had the same sense of humor. “She just didn’t eat it. The rest of us enjoyed it immensely, though.”
“Great.” He blew out a sigh and drove up to park at the door. He was sure they were laughing at him. She was a grown woman, for Christ’s sake, not a three-year-old toddler.Isn’t that what she called me when I didn’t want to share?Still, he couldn’t help but try and take care of her. After everything she’d given him, the least he could do was try and make her eat her fucking lunch.Now her language is rubbing off on me too. A sure sign of temper on my part.
He didn’t try to sneak in or even make noise to announce his presence. If she were really deep into the work, she wouldn’t hear a bomb go off, let alone a slamming door.
